Arena
You look in the direction from the gunshot came and see a stalky man with a wide grin spread accross his face. He holds the smoking barrel of a primitive musket.
"Holy damn," He says to you, laughing. "I didn't think this thing would even fire."
You don't reply verbally, nodding instead in recognition of his comments.
"I didn't even see you at first," He says, packing the gun powder into the barrel. "I was just shootin' for some dinner when I saw what it was charging at. That's a damn good camoflauge you got there."
"Thank you," You reply.
"Wish I'd a thought of that," He says. He holds a hand out for you to shake. "I'm Horris," He says by way of introduction.
"Holy damn," He says to you, laughing. "I didn't think this thing would even fire."
You don't reply verbally, nodding instead in recognition of his comments.
"I didn't even see you at first," He says, packing the gun powder into the barrel. "I was just shootin' for some dinner when I saw what it was charging at. That's a damn good camoflauge you got there."
"Thank you," You reply.
"Wish I'd a thought of that," He says. He holds a hand out for you to shake. "I'm Horris," He says by way of introduction.